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Title: What Beyonce Knows.
Author: seblefebvre
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Robert wants Jude in Beyonce's dress.
Disclaimer: One girl can only wish and dream she saw this happen before her eyes - I am that girl!
Author Notes: This is my take on Jude in Beyonce's dress that we all chatted about in the Grammy Chat Room. I am sorry if it's totes suckage, but I have so much love for Beyonce that I just had to make her a fangirl just like us in this. I hope you enjoy it and it meets your RDJudesie standards. I also dedicate this fic to illgetmerope drawing of Jude in the dress!, and kendra_fey for the random conversation we were having all about this!
Beyonce Knowles always had a sense of style, and knew what she looked good in, but she never thought that her dress for her performance would look good on a man. But this wasn’t just any man, this was Jude Law. She wouldn’t have even thought about this - nor would it ever cross her mind, but when thee Robert Downey Jr. came to her with a simple request to borrow the dress - she knew in seconds it wasn’t for his wife to wear.
“If you think I’m just going to give you my dress without asking, what for, then…you’re not getting it.”
“I want to give my fans something to talk about.” Robert answered simply with a smirk appearing on his features.
“Oh? I see, well there Downey, I like how your mind works, just be sure to give the fans a visual. Even I know that your boyfriend will look good in this dress…” She answered him with a smirk of her own. “Tell, Jude I say hi.” She then added in a whisper handing the actor the dress that he wanted. Robert gave a small nod in appreciation and a wink right afterwards, he knew she was very much a fan girl just like the rest of them.
“I will, if you promise to watch the door for us…” Robert gave the young girl a wink.
Beyonce laughed shaking her head, but was agreeing, “Oh, and you’re secret is safe with me, be sure to be quiet though.” She closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in her dressing room with the dress.
Robert left Jude a text message to get his ass into Beyonce’s dressing him - literally. And Jude, didn’t waste any time because he was waiting for it - in seconds he was knocking on the door and before he knew it Robert yanked him into the room and slamming the door shut with Jude up against it. “Missed you.” He confessed first, then he pulled back without kissing him but simply teasing him with his wink. “Put this on.”
Jude looked at his lover incrediculously, “You want me to put on Beyonce’s dress? What the bloody hell for?”
“Oh, Judesie…we promised we’d give the fans something to talk about it.”
“Not me in a dress!” Jude made a face, “How would they even know?”
“They won’t, we’re just pretending they’ll know.”
“But…the dress…why me?”
“Because, Judesie…you’ll look beautiful in it.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Please?” Robert insisted with a small pout. “I got Beyonce’s permission.”
“You got Beyonce‘s permission, well then…that‘s just…what do I get if I wear this dress?” Jude stammered at a lost for his words and just how this conversation even started.
“A blow job?” Robert answered not phased by it at all.
“Oh?” Jude raised his eyebrows. He couldn’t believe Robert even went this far, he was speechless.
“Yes, so please?” Robert held up the dress against him. He couldn’t tell you why he wanted this to happen, but maybe the thought of Jude in drag just made him oh so hot.
“Whatever turns you on.” Jude rolled his eyes and snatched the dress to put it on. Robert watched as the other seemingly fit unadulterated into it. “So it fits.” Jude shrugged feeling slightly embarrassed and he could feel his cheeks started to burn.
“You look…” Robert trailed off biting down against his bottom lip. “…you’ve got the legs for it too.” He growled lunging forward against him, pinning up against the door again. He locked it with a small wink before he started to kiss lower on Jude's jaw, moving down to kiss his neck, near his ear, the hollow of his throat before moving down to lave his nipple by pulling a bit down on the dress. His tongue stopped suddenly though, pulling back with a small wink, and he dropped to his knees, moving his head underneath the dress, Jude gasped instantaneously at Robert’s tongue laving over the tip of his cock. Raw lust and heat spread through Jude as Robert's lips surrounded his cock head and slowly took him into his hot, wet mouth. The feelings he was experiencing was greater than any other he had ever known. He never questioned how good Robert seemed to be at this, but at time like this that just didn’t matter.
As Robert licked and sucked at him, his hands came up to grip his lover‘s small hips. Jude thrusted into his mouth, to connect, never to guide or push then Robert took him even deep, diving for the base. And Jude could do nothing but gasp…again. His back arched at Robert's touch, and he whimpered at the heat that exploded within him. Robert practiced tongue traveled down along the length of Jude's cock, pressing; replacing his tongue with his fingers wrapping them around softly and playfully, he moved his mouth to the spot he knew would drive him wild. He circled the tip, coaxing it and sending erotic jolts throughout Jude's body.
Jude was always amazed at the skill he used to easily build his excitement, making him writhe in pleasure. But he was so close, so near the end, and he didn't want to have it over so soon. He tried to pull Robert off him, but he kept up the assault, bobbing his head, swirling his tongue, taking in all of his flavor, feeling him thicken and get harder, feeling Jude teeter on the brink.
He knew exactly how to touch him, how to tease him, how to take him right to the edge and hold him there. Soon, too soon, the movement of his tongue and the heat of his breath drove him over the edge and into a shuddering orgasm, ripping ecstatic moans from his throat. Robert stayed underneath the dress for a second longer, holding his hips, until his lover’s waves slowed and finally ended. The shouts reaching his ears were better than sweet music; they were a benediction, a praise of his feelings.
Jude finally moved the skirt up to look at Robert, and find his eyes. He growled breathlessly one last time with one last spurt of come, “Bloody hell,” He breathed pulling Robert’s hair to get him back to his feet. Jude attached his lips directly on to Robert and shoved him forward so they landed with a loud oof onto the floor.
“9 Minutes!” Beyonce shouted behind the door. She kept her promise, and the thought about what they were doing right now might have drove her a bit wild. She could hear the panting and the heavy breathing.
Robert ended up laughing underneath the man on top of him, “Oh Judesie…what can we do in just 9 more minutes?”
Jude smirked down at him, “Well, for starters you can go out looking just like this…crooked glasses, ravished hair…”
Robert gave small cheesy nod, and got up off of the floor, tugging Jude with him. He gave him one last lingering kiss, “I guess we’ll be giving the fans something to talk about after all. This one’s for the kids.” He added a wink and unlocked the door opening it up to see Beyonce standing there, “And our new fan, Beyonce.” He gave her a wink too, and closed the door behind him.
Author: seblefebvre
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Robert wants Jude in Beyonce's dress.
Disclaimer: One girl can only wish and dream she saw this happen before her eyes - I am that girl!
Author Notes: This is my take on Jude in Beyonce's dress that we all chatted about in the Grammy Chat Room. I am sorry if it's totes suckage, but I have so much love for Beyonce that I just had to make her a fangirl just like us in this. I hope you enjoy it and it meets your RDJudesie standards. I also dedicate this fic to illgetmerope drawing of Jude in the dress!, and kendra_fey for the random conversation we were having all about this!
Beyonce Knowles always had a sense of style, and knew what she looked good in, but she never thought that her dress for her performance would look good on a man. But this wasn’t just any man, this was Jude Law. She wouldn’t have even thought about this - nor would it ever cross her mind, but when thee Robert Downey Jr. came to her with a simple request to borrow the dress - she knew in seconds it wasn’t for his wife to wear.
“If you think I’m just going to give you my dress without asking, what for, then…you’re not getting it.”
“I want to give my fans something to talk about.” Robert answered simply with a smirk appearing on his features.
“Oh? I see, well there Downey, I like how your mind works, just be sure to give the fans a visual. Even I know that your boyfriend will look good in this dress…” She answered him with a smirk of her own. “Tell, Jude I say hi.” She then added in a whisper handing the actor the dress that he wanted. Robert gave a small nod in appreciation and a wink right afterwards, he knew she was very much a fan girl just like the rest of them.
“I will, if you promise to watch the door for us…” Robert gave the young girl a wink.
Beyonce laughed shaking her head, but was agreeing, “Oh, and you’re secret is safe with me, be sure to be quiet though.” She closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in her dressing room with the dress.
Robert left Jude a text message to get his ass into Beyonce’s dressing him - literally. And Jude, didn’t waste any time because he was waiting for it - in seconds he was knocking on the door and before he knew it Robert yanked him into the room and slamming the door shut with Jude up against it. “Missed you.” He confessed first, then he pulled back without kissing him but simply teasing him with his wink. “Put this on.”
Jude looked at his lover incrediculously, “You want me to put on Beyonce’s dress? What the bloody hell for?”
“Oh, Judesie…we promised we’d give the fans something to talk about it.”
“Not me in a dress!” Jude made a face, “How would they even know?”
“They won’t, we’re just pretending they’ll know.”
“But…the dress…why me?”
“Because, Judesie…you’ll look beautiful in it.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Please?” Robert insisted with a small pout. “I got Beyonce’s permission.”
“You got Beyonce‘s permission, well then…that‘s just…what do I get if I wear this dress?” Jude stammered at a lost for his words and just how this conversation even started.
“A blow job?” Robert answered not phased by it at all.
“Oh?” Jude raised his eyebrows. He couldn’t believe Robert even went this far, he was speechless.
“Yes, so please?” Robert held up the dress against him. He couldn’t tell you why he wanted this to happen, but maybe the thought of Jude in drag just made him oh so hot.
“Whatever turns you on.” Jude rolled his eyes and snatched the dress to put it on. Robert watched as the other seemingly fit unadulterated into it. “So it fits.” Jude shrugged feeling slightly embarrassed and he could feel his cheeks started to burn.
“You look…” Robert trailed off biting down against his bottom lip. “…you’ve got the legs for it too.” He growled lunging forward against him, pinning up against the door again. He locked it with a small wink before he started to kiss lower on Jude's jaw, moving down to kiss his neck, near his ear, the hollow of his throat before moving down to lave his nipple by pulling a bit down on the dress. His tongue stopped suddenly though, pulling back with a small wink, and he dropped to his knees, moving his head underneath the dress, Jude gasped instantaneously at Robert’s tongue laving over the tip of his cock. Raw lust and heat spread through Jude as Robert's lips surrounded his cock head and slowly took him into his hot, wet mouth. The feelings he was experiencing was greater than any other he had ever known. He never questioned how good Robert seemed to be at this, but at time like this that just didn’t matter.
As Robert licked and sucked at him, his hands came up to grip his lover‘s small hips. Jude thrusted into his mouth, to connect, never to guide or push then Robert took him even deep, diving for the base. And Jude could do nothing but gasp…again. His back arched at Robert's touch, and he whimpered at the heat that exploded within him. Robert practiced tongue traveled down along the length of Jude's cock, pressing; replacing his tongue with his fingers wrapping them around softly and playfully, he moved his mouth to the spot he knew would drive him wild. He circled the tip, coaxing it and sending erotic jolts throughout Jude's body.
Jude was always amazed at the skill he used to easily build his excitement, making him writhe in pleasure. But he was so close, so near the end, and he didn't want to have it over so soon. He tried to pull Robert off him, but he kept up the assault, bobbing his head, swirling his tongue, taking in all of his flavor, feeling him thicken and get harder, feeling Jude teeter on the brink.
He knew exactly how to touch him, how to tease him, how to take him right to the edge and hold him there. Soon, too soon, the movement of his tongue and the heat of his breath drove him over the edge and into a shuddering orgasm, ripping ecstatic moans from his throat. Robert stayed underneath the dress for a second longer, holding his hips, until his lover’s waves slowed and finally ended. The shouts reaching his ears were better than sweet music; they were a benediction, a praise of his feelings.
Jude finally moved the skirt up to look at Robert, and find his eyes. He growled breathlessly one last time with one last spurt of come, “Bloody hell,” He breathed pulling Robert’s hair to get him back to his feet. Jude attached his lips directly on to Robert and shoved him forward so they landed with a loud oof onto the floor.
“9 Minutes!” Beyonce shouted behind the door. She kept her promise, and the thought about what they were doing right now might have drove her a bit wild. She could hear the panting and the heavy breathing.
Robert ended up laughing underneath the man on top of him, “Oh Judesie…what can we do in just 9 more minutes?”
Jude smirked down at him, “Well, for starters you can go out looking just like this…crooked glasses, ravished hair…”
Robert gave small cheesy nod, and got up off of the floor, tugging Jude with him. He gave him one last lingering kiss, “I guess we’ll be giving the fans something to talk about after all. This one’s for the kids.” He added a wink and unlocked the door opening it up to see Beyonce standing there, “And our new fan, Beyonce.” He gave her a wink too, and closed the door behind him.